Remember the annals of a former time in the pipe world? An era when the old wood meant grabbing a beautiful smoking pipe off the rack or reaching for a basket pipe on the counter in your favorite brick-and-mortar shop and taking it home to break it in for future smokes?
Yes, the good days. Back in an era when basket pipes could mean a name-brand second, and pipes displayed on store walls were, for the most part, some of the finest wood of the day.
Maybe those years were not necessarily the best of times, but certainly not the worst of times, to hitch a ride with Dickens, as it were.
I speak of days when some ancient wood was around and more prevalent than today for our pipe-making artisans.
Sure, nowadays, ebauchons from the heart of the heath burl and the outer plateaux are dried and aged into a ripe maturity.
And it is difficult to argue with the quality of what is being produced these days by so many talented pipe artisans. These pipe makers create lovely and imaginative pipes for our pleasure and appreciation.
Indeed, I have many in my collection that are from modern-day artisans. I would not trade them for anything. And, yes, as an old friend once told me about his pipes, “they smoke.”
I also have some of the old, excellent wood, dating pre-World War II, and just after the end of that world-wrenching conflict.
Think of your grandfather, for a moment. If he was a pipe smoker, then chances are he enjoyed an aged pipe, one crusted and scarred from many a day’s work: a pipe that was tough and good, a constant companion that could be easily stashed in overall pockets and suit coats alike when it wasn’t being smoked.
I enjoy perusing estate pipes on various online retail sites. I relish reading about them and wondering if my budget can stand yet another purchase.
I love imagining the stories these pipes carry over into the generations.
All of which brings me to this remembrance of things past: A good many years ago, a friend smoked a pipe he called his “old wood.”
My friend was a novelist, a spinner of stories, a teller of tales. When you saw him, he was usually buried in thought and smoking his old wood.
His daily attire was tweed coat with leather-patched elbows, pockets stuffed with notepaper, pipes, and pencils. He was an inveterate note-taker and keen observer of life.
When I asked what he meant by “old wood,” he passed to me what I consider to be the secret of pipe smoking: “In buying a pipe, look for the old wood. The longer the wood is aged, the better it will smoke.”
How old is old, I asked?
“Fifty to 100 years should do,” he said with a chuckle.
Well, that is a stretch, perhaps, but his point was the older the briar, the longer it is aged, the better that pipe is going to perform over the years.
I began searching for long-aged briar. That is when I discovered some Algerian briar pipes that were considered “old wood.” Those pipes had been aged and cured for decades. Or so they were advertised.
I bought a couple, and they smoked as smoothly as you can imagine. I might have heard angels’ sweet voice as I smoked the first one and never turned back.
Soon after, I moved into serious collecting, quickly discovering those Algerians were sort of rare in terms of price. The old wood can be princely pricey, especially in handmade pipes.
My hunt for old wood has taken me down some odd roads. For example, I know meerschaum is not briar but compressed seashells, dating back hundreds of thousands of years.
For me, meerschaum qualifies, too, as “old wood” because it reaches into antiquity by its very presence.
Over time, I purchased many a pipe whose maker professed to age briar for at least 10 years or more. And I searched for those who aged their wood longer.
I purchased meers from artists who carved the majestic white goddess, ancient, and mysterious.
So, for me, the old wood signifies tradition and time-honored protocols in pipe smoking.
I have witnessed quite a lot in my near-on five decades with pipes. They have been my constant companion through life’s many trials, births, and deaths; good decisions and bad; dumb moves and a few dumber moves.
So, when I find an estate pipe from pre-World War II or pre-World War I years, I spring, like a mountain lion, and worry about budgets later.
For the Pundit, “old wood” is reminiscent of walking down a dirt road in the backcountry. You never know what you will find around the next bend.
Okay, let’s have a bit of fun with, ta daa!!! Pipe-ology:
Question: What is better than one pipe?
Answer: Two pipes, of course.
Q: How many pipes does a pipe smoker need?
A: Silly question.
Q: What is the best pipe you have?
A: The one I am currently puffing.
Q: Is there one universal great tobacco blend?
A: No. All tobacco blends are singular achievements. Well, mostly.
Q: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the greatest pipe smoker of them all?
A: Silly questions. The Pipe Pundit, of course.
Q: If you could choose one tobacco blend to smoke, which would it be?
A: Next question.
Q: Are pipe smokers snobbish and cliquish?
A: Of course. We know how great our hobby is and how the pipe abides.
Q: Who is the most famous author who smoked a pipe?
A: Too many to list.
Q: Are pipes expensive?
A: No. Only tastes are expensive.
Q: Name one feature you would change about pipes and tobacco.
A: Another silly question. Nothing!
Q: Is there a right way or a wrong way to smoke a pipe?
A: Yes, often is correct. Not often enough is wrong.
Q: Is there one pipe smoker you envy?
A: Yes. Santa Claus!
Q: Is pipe smoking a tradition?
A: No. It is historic.
Q: Are pipe smokers smarter than the rest of humanity?
A: Yes. Pipe smokers are the mind workers in the world. We know how to step back and reflect. It is why we love our pipes and indulge so.
As that great pipe smoker of the past said, “Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits”—Mark Twain, from Pudd’ nhead Wilson.
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